ad a bottle of wine. She apologized for
the way she beha一ved the last time she saw us. She’s hurt that my mom will
ha一ve nothing to do with her any more—it’s narrowed her social circle—but
she understands. We talked about the business, which is doing fine, in spite
of the recession . . . I mentioned that you wanted kids.”
I frown. What? “I thought you let her know I was pregnant.”
He regards me, his face guileless. “No, I didn’t.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
He shrugs. “I never got the chance.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I couldn’t find you the next morning, Ana. And when I did, you were so mad at
me . . .”
Oh, yes. “I was.”
“Anyway, at some point in the evening—about halfway through the second
bottle—she leaned over to touch me. And I froze,” he whispers, throwing his
arm over his eyes.
My scalp tingles. What’s this?
“She saw that I recoiled from her. It shocked both of us.” His voice is low, too
low.
Why won’t he look at me? I tug at his arm and he lowers it, turning 472 | P a g
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to gaze into my eyes. Shit. His face is pale, his eyes wide.
“What?” I breathe.
He frowns, and swallows.
Oh . . . what isn’t he telling me? Do I want to know?
“She made a pass at me.” He’s shocked, I can tell.
All the breath is sucked from my body. I feel winded, and I think my heart has
stopped. That fucking bitch troll!
“It was a moment, suspended in time. She saw my expression, and she
realized how far she’d crossed the line. I said . . . no. I ha一ven’t thought of her
like that for years, and besides”—he swallows—“I love you. I told her, I love
my wife.”
I gaze at him. I don’t know what to say.
“She backed right off. Apologized again, made it seem like a joke. I mean,
she said she’s happy with Isaac and with the business and she doesn’t bear
either of us any ill will. She said she missed my friendship, but she could see
that my life was with you now. And how awkward that was, given what
happened last time we were all in the same room. I couldn’t ha一ve agreed with
her more. We said
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